Colour And Thought-Forms [REVISED]

When I die I think my soul will board
a spiritual flight bound for the astral
dimension where the newly dead all
congregate, I cannot see why souls
will have to walk one by one into the
afterlife regions, we don’t walk one
by one on earth - why would we do
that afterwards, all souls will travel
in groups - boarding the frequency
that resonates with them, called by

The vibration that makes them feel
at home; mine will be a melody that
calls to me - Mozart’s bus - to carry
passengers who love his music, all
the colours bright and souls smiling
in spiritual ways I cannot imagine or
describe, a vibrant group warm with
sparkles & glitters which will call me
irrevocably - I shall follow the Light
wherever it goes and endeavour to

Take the gathered joy of a lifetime
with me, to enrich the frequencies
that will be my new home without
anything other than feeling music,
colour and thought-forms, I shall
continue to exist a nostalgic note
resonating tunefully everywhere
my soul goes!